
SHAKSPEARE. 

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THE BIRTH PLACE OF SHAKSPEARE ; 

With a Representation of the Jubilee Procession, 

September 6, 1769. 



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Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up 
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make 1 
By inch-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me, 
And yet 1 needs must curse. 



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Mira. If, by your art, my dearest father, you have 
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. 




Ste. Come 
is that which 
mouth. 



on your ways ! open your mouth : here 
will give language to you, eat; open your 



Act II. St-'fii'- !l. 




My sweet mistress 
Weeps, when she sees me work, and says, such 
Had ne'er like executor. 



Act III. Scene 




Pro. Hey ! Mountain ! hey ! 
AH. Silver! there it goes! Silver ■> 
Pro. Fury! Fury I there, Tyrant! there! hark, 
hark! 

Act IV. Scene I. 




Pros. I'll break my staff, 
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth : 
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, 
I'll drown my book. 



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In a disguise of love, 

It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, 

Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. 




Pro. Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! 
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, see'st 
Some rare note- worthy object in thy travel. 

Act I. Scene I. 



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Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia. 

Jul. I must, where there is no remedy. 

Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. 

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. 

Act II. Scene II. 







Speed. Why did'st not tell me sooner ? Pox of your 
love-letters ! [ rum off. 

Launce. Now will he be swinged for reading my let- 
ter : an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into 
secrets. I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. 

Act III. Scene I, 




^hoisthat, that spake? 
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, 
\ ou'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. 




Act IV. Sen? II 



Egl. See where she comes ; lady, a happy evening ! 
Sil. Amen ! Amen I go on, good Eglamour ! 
Out at the postern by the Abbey-wall. 

Act V. Scene I, 



CJc Mcvvj) Wiibt* of JHHmtrstor 




Falstaff: And in the height of this bath, when I was 
more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to 
be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in 
that surge, like a horse-shoe ; think of that,— hissing 
hot • — think of that, master Brook. 




Mrs. Page. Here's the twin-brother of thy letter. 
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one 
chaste man. 

Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very 
hand, the very words. 

Act II. Scene I. 




Anne, vv ill 't please your worship to come in, sir ? 
Slender. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily ; I am 
I'ery well. 
Anne. The dinner attends you, sir. 
Slender. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. 

Act I. Scene I. 



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Falstaff. Let me see't, let me see't ! — 
Help me away ; let me creep in here ! 
I'll never — [they cover him with foul linen.'] 

Act III. Scene III. 




Fah-tajf. Now, whence came you ? 
Mrs. Quickly. From the two parties, forsooth. 
Falstaff. The devil take one party, and his dam the 
other, and so they shall be both bestowed ! 

Act IV. Scene V. 




Falstaff. o, powerful love ! that in some respects, 
makes a beast a man ; in some other, a man a beast. — 
For me, I am here a Windsor Stag, and the fattest, I 
think, o' the forest. 

Act V. Scene V. 



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Cloum. Foolery, sir, does walk above the orb, like the 
Sun ; it shines every where. 



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Jfafo. 1 extend my hand to him thus, quenching my 
familiar smile with an austere regard of control : 

Sir Toby. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the 
lip then ? [wide.] 

Act II. Scene V. 







Viola. Most sweet lady, — 

Olivia. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be 
said of it. Where lies your text ? 
Viola. In Orsino's bosom. 

Act I. Scene V. 




Sir Toby. Gentleman, God save thee. 

Viola. And you, sir. 

Sir Toby. That defence thou hast, betake thee to 't : 
dismount thy tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy 
assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. 

Act III. Scene IV. 




lake him believe thou art Sir Topas, the 
curate. 

"• WeU, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble ray- 
: i and I would I were the first, that ever dissem- 
bled in such a gown. 

Act IV. Scene II. 




Duke. Come away [to Viola.'] 

Olivia. Whither, my lord ? Cesario, husband, stay. 

Duke. Husband ? — 



iHrasitirr for iHcastotT. 







/.../■' . Xo ceremony that to great ones 'longs ; 
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, 
The marshall's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, 
Become them with one half so good a grace, 
As mercy doth. 




Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you. 
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. 
Isab. Woe me ! for what ? 

Act I. Scene II. 



Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, 
Please but your honour hear me. 
A ell, what's your suit ? 

Act II. Scene 




Duke, (disguised,) So, then, you hope of pardon from 
lord Angelo ? 

Claudio. The miserable have no other medicine, 
But only hope : 
I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. 

Act III. Scene I. 




Man. Break off' thy song, and haste thee quick away. 
Act IV. Scene I. 




F. Peter. Now is your time : speak loud and kneel 
before him. 

Isab. Justice, O royal duke ! 



Mwci) Mo about fiotfcmg. 





™. Pluck off the bull's horns, aud set them in my 

forehead: and let me be vilely painted; 

and let them signify under my sign, — Here may you see 
Benedict, the married man. 




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Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble 
Claudio. 

Beat. O Lord ! he will hang upon him like a disease : 
he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker 
runs presently mad. 

Act 1. Scene I. 




Ben. Happy are they, that hear their detractions, and 
can put them to mending. 

Act II. Scene III. 




Dogb. This is your charge : 
all vagrom men. 




Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. — What 
your name, friend ? 
Bora. Borachio. 

Aet IV. Scene II. 




Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is 
but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome ; therefore I 
will depart unkissed. 

Act V. Scene II. 



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Obe. For she his hairy temples then hath rounded 
With coronets of fresh and fragrant flowers. 




We must starve our sight 



From lover's food, 'till morrow deep midnight- 

Act I. Scene I. 





Tita. -Sing me now asleep ; 

Then to your oflices, and let me rest. 




Act II. Scene III. 



Puck. I go ; I go ; look, how I go ; 
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. 



Act III. Scnir 11. 




Tita. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle 
Gently entwist :— the female ivy so 
Ennngs the barky film of the elm. 
Oh, how I love thee ! how I doat on thee ! 






■ voice : now will I to the clunk, 
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. ' 
Thisby ! 
This. My love ! thou art my love, I think. 



Act IV. Scene I 



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iiroru Like a demi-god here sit i m the sky, 
And wretched fools' secrets heedfufly o'er-eye. 
More sacks to the mill ! O heavens, I have my wish ; 
Dumain transformed : four woodcocks in a dish ! 




Arm. Adieu, valour ! rust, rapier ! for your manager 
is in love; yea, heloveth. 

Act I. Scene I. 




Prtn. Good lord feoyet, my beauty, thought but meai: 
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; 
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, 
Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues. 




Ann. Bear this significant to the country maid Jaque 
netta : there is remuneration. 



Act II. Scene i 




Ij>ng. Ah me ! I am forsworn. 

King: In love, I hope; sweet fellowship in shame ! 

Act IV. Scene II. 




Hoi. Ne intelligis, domine :' 
TSfath. Lans deo, bone intelligo. 
Hoi. Bone 9 — bone for bene : 
'riseian a little scratch'd ; 'twill serve. 



JHerctett of Center. 



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Sh;/. And by our holy sabbath have I : 
To have the due and forfeit of my bond. 




Shy. Three thousand ducats, — 'tis a good round .-.inn ; 
Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate. 

Act. I. Scene. III. 




Mor. O hell ! what have we here '. 
A carrion death, within whose empty eye 
There is a written scroll ? I'll read the writing. 




Act II. Scene VII. 



Pur. Come on, Nerissa ; I have work in hand, 
That you yet knew not of; we'll see our husbands 
Before they think of us. 

Act III, Scene IV. 




Shy. Why then the devil give him good of it ! 
I'll stay no longer question. 




Act IV. Scene I. 



Gra. By yorder moon, I swear, you do me wrong. 
Act V. Scene I. 



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And this our life, exempt from public haunt. 
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks 
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. 




0/7. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in 
this. 



OH. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain r 



Act I. Scene I. 




Adam. Master, go on ; and I will follow thee, to th< 
last gasp, with truth and loyalty. 

Act II. Scene III 




Cor. And how like you this Shepherd's life, Master 
Touchstone ? 

Touch. Truly, Shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a 
good life; but, in respect that it is a Shepherd's life, it is 
naught. 

Act III. Scene I. 




Ros. Why, then, can one desire too much of a good 
thing ? — Come, Sister, you shall be the Priest, and marry 
us. — Give me your hand, Orlando. 

Act IV. Scene I. 




Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to 
morrow will we be married. 

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart ; and I hope it is 

no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world. 

ActV. Scene III. 



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Par. I'll no more drumming ; a plague of all drums ! 
Who knows himself a braggart, 



Let him fear this : for it will come to 
That even- braggart shall be found an : 



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Countess. Be thou blest, Bertram ! and succeed thy 
father 
In manners as in shape ' thy blood and virtue 
Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness 
Share with thy birth-right ! 

Act I. Scene I. 




Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, 
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy : 
He that of greatest works is finisher, 
Oft does them by the weakest minister. 

Act II. Scene I. 




Counter. This is not well, rash and unbndled boy, 
To fly the favours of so good a king. 

Act III. Scene II. 




Par. O, ransome, ransome : — Do not hide mine eyes. 
[they seize him and blindfold him.'] 

Act IV, Scene I. 




Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. 
Chi. Foh, prithee stand away : a paper from for- 
tune's close-stool given to a nobleman ! 

Act V. Scene I. 



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Pet. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn ; 
Thou must be married to no man but me : 
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate. 




Gru. Help, masters, help ! my master is mad ! 
Pet. Now, knock when I bid you : sirrah, villain ! 



Act I. Scar II. 




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Pet. Good Kate, I am a gentleman. D - n 

fc-„/i tw T-n * r . • , ■ , . -, Bian. Construe them. 

hath, lnat 111 try. [striking hmt.l r „„ „ ., , .,,, 

Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike a*ain t % ' ™ ° Y ° U bef ° re : - Shnois > J "» 

you, you striKe again. Lucentio ;— hie est, son unto Vincentio, of Pisa;— Si- 

Act II. Scene I. seia tellus, disguised thus to get your love. 

Act III. Scene I. 




Uf "' 1N0W > w ere I not a little pot, and soon hot, my 
very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the 
root of my mouth, my heart in my belly, 'ere I should 
come by fire to thaw me. 

Act IV. Scene I. 




Pet. See, where she comes : and brings your froward 
wives 
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. 



Act V. Seem. 11. 



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Ant. Poor wretch ! 
That for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd 
To loss, and what may follow : — Farewell. 







Leon. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him ! 
And arms her with the boldness of a wife 
To her allowing husband ! 

Act I. Scene II. 




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The good queen, 



For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter ; 
Here 'tis ; commends it to your blessing. 

Act II. Scene III. 




Shep. Good luck, an't be thy wi 
here ? [talcing up the child.'] Meicy on 
pretty bairn ! 



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that have we 
n's ! a bairn ! a very 

Act III. Scene III. 



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Clo. How now ? can'st stand ? 

Aut. Softly, dear sir; [picks his pocket.'] good sir, 
softly ; you ha' done me a charitable office. 

Act IV. Scene II. 





Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life ? 
Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship. 
Clo. Give me thy hand ; I will swear to the prince thou 
art as honest a true fellow as any in Bohemia. 

Act V. Scene II. 



13. 



ComctJg of €msx& 







Duke. One of these men is genius to the other ; 
And so of these : which is the natural man, 
And which the spirit ? Who deciphers them ? 




Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, 
Being forbid f there, take you that, sir knave. 




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Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy head across. 
Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other beat- 
ing : 
Between you I shall have a holy head. 

Act II. Scene I. 




Ant. S. Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life ; 
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife ; 
Give me thy hand. 

Act III. Scene II. 




Pinch. - The fiend is strong wUhin him> 

Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks ! 
Ant. E. What, wilt thou murder me ? 

Act IV. Scene IV. 




Serv. My master and his man are both broke loose, 
Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor, 
Whose beard they have singed off" with brands of fire ; 
And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him 
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair. 

Act V. Scene I. 



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Double, double toil and trouble ; 
! and cauldron, bubble ! 




Witches. The weird sisters, hand in hand, 
Posters of the sea and land, 
Thus do go about, about; 
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine, 
And thrice again to make up nine. 



Act I. Suen>- III 




Lady M. Hark!— Peace! 
It was the owl that shriek'd ; the fatal bell-man, 
That gives the stern'st good-night. 

Act II. Scene II. 




Hec. Hark, I am call'd ; my little spirit, see, 
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. 



Act III. Same (', 




Macb. {Witches vanish.] Where are they? Let this 
pernicious hour 

Stand aye accursed in the calendar ! 

Act IV. Scene II. 




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Lady M. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten 
this little hand. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! 



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f not, then know, 



The peril of our curses light on thee; 

So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, 

But, in despair, die under their black weight. 




Bast. But whe'r I be as true begot, or ) 
That still I lay upon my mother's head ; 
But that I am as well begot, my liege, 
Compare our faces, and be judge yourself. 



\rt 1. Scene I 




Bast. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, 
And say, there is no sin, but to be rich ; 
And being rich, my virtue then shall be, 
To say,— there is no vice, but beggary. 




Const. My grief's so great, 
That no supporter but the huge firm earth 
Can hold it up : here I and sorrow sit ; 
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. 



Act II. Scene II. 



Act III. Scene I. 




Hub. His words do take possession of my bos< 
Read here, young Arthur, [shows a paper.} 
Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ ? 

Arm. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. 

Act I V. 




K. John. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd ; 
And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail 
Are turned to one thread, one little hair. 

Act V. Scene VII. 



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K. Rich. I give this heavy weight from off my head, 
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand ; 
All pomp and majesty I do forswear ; 
My manors, rents, and revenues, I forego. 




Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee pros- 
perous ! 
Rouse up thy youthful blood ; be valiant, and live. 

Act I. Scene III. 




Bushy. Madam, your majesty is much too sad: 
You promis'd, when you parted with the king, 
To lay aside life-harming heaviness, 
And entertain a cheerful disposition. 

Act II. Scene 11. 




queen. What sport shall we devise here in these gar- 
dens, 
To drive away the heavy thought of care ? 

Act HI. Scene IV. 




Abbot. A woeful pageant have we here beheld. 
Car. The woe's to come ; the children yet unborn 
Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. 




liuch. What's the matter ? 
York. Peace, foolish woman. 



Act V. Scene II. 



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mutfi limtre iv. $art I 




Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance 
too ! marry, and amen ! give me a cup of sack, boy. — 
A plague of all cowards ! 




Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ? 

P. Henry. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of 
old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleep- 
ing upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to 
demand that truly, which thou wouldst truly know. 

Act I. Scene II. 




Hot. Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a 
cold, to sleep, to drink ; but I tell you, my lord fool, out 
of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 

Act II. Scene III. 




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Hut. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here, 
In quantity equals not one of yours. 



Act III. Scene I, 




Fal. No eye hath seen such scare-crows. I'll not 
march through Coventry with them, that's flat. 

Act IV. Scene II. 



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Fal. Embowell'd ! if thou embowel me to-day, I'll 

give you leave to powder me, and eat me too, to-morrow. 

Act V. Scene IV. 



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Rumour. Open your ears : for which of you will stop 
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? 




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P. Henry. My heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is 
so sick : and keeping such vile company as thou art, hath 
in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow. 

Act II. Scene II. 



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P. Henry, [puts the crown on his head.'] Lo, here it 

sits, — 
Which heaven shall guard : and put the world's whole 

strength 
Into one giant arm, it shall not force 
This lineal honour from me. 

Act IV. Scene IV. 




Fal. I do here walk before thee, like a sow that hath 
overwhelmed all her litter but one. 




K. Henry. How many thousand of my poorest sub- 
jects 
Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep ! gentle sleep ! 
Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee, 
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, 
And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? 

Act III. Scene I. 




Bol. I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged ras- 
cal ; an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst 
better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced 
villain. 

Act V. Scene IV. 



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Mix$ Hmrg v. 




Chorus. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend 
The brightest heaven of invention ! 
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, 
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! 




That, when he speaks, 
eharter'd libertine, is still, 
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, 
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences. 



Act I. Scene I. 




Arrest them to the answer of the 1 
And God acquit them of their practii 




Alice. Excellent, Madame! 

Kath. C'est assez pour une fois ; allons nous a disner. 
Act III. Scene IV. 



Act II. Scene II. 




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K. Henry. O God of battles ! steel my soldiers' hearts ! 
Possess them not with fear; take from them now 
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers 
Pluck their hearts from them. 

Act IV. Scene I. 




Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels : 
you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but 
cudgels. 



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York. Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes, 
Thou foul accursed minister of hell ! 



Char. Divinest creature, bright Astraea's daughter, 
How shall I honour thee for this success ? 

Act I. Scene IV. 




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Tal. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, 
That Talbot is but shadow of himself ? 
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, 
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks. 

Act II. Scene II. 




Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding-torch, 
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen ; 
But burning fatal to the Talbotites. 



Act III. Scene III. 




Tal. Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms ; 
My spirit can no longer bear these harms. 
Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, 
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave, [die*.] 
Act IV. Scene VII. 




Mar. What though I be enthrall'd ? he seems a knight, 
And will not any way dishonour me. [aside.] 

Sujf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. 

Act V. Scene III. 



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York. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, 
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd : 
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, 
Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. 




rit. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose ; 
But him outlive, and die a violent death. 

Act I. Scene IV. 




Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell : forget this grief. 
Ducli. Come you, my lord, to see my open shame ? 
Now thou dost penance too. 

Act II. Scene IV 




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Give me thy hand, 



That I may dew it with my mournful tears. 

Sujf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, 
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 




Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for 
i stray : for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah ! 
villain i thou wilt betray me. 




Act IV. Seen,' X. 



Young Clijf. Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's 
house ; 
As did Eneas old Anchises bear, 
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders. 

Act V. Scene II. 



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A". Hen. Oh ! pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity ! 
The red rose and the white are on his face, 
The fatal colours of our striving houses. 
Wither one rose and let the other flourish ! 
If you contend, a thousand lives must wither ! 




Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch 
That trembles under his devouring paws; 
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey ; 
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder. 



Act. I. Scene III. 




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K. Hen. O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, 
To be no better than a homely swain. 



Act II. Scene V. 




K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities ; 
For wiser men say, it is the wisest course. 

Act III. Scene I. 




this way lies the 

A". Edw. Nay, this way, man ; see where the hunts- 
men stand. 

Act IV. Scene V. 




K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our 



For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. 
Now, Montague, sit fast ; I seek for thee, 
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. 

Act V. Scene II. 



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Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is < 
The most arch deed of piteous massacre, 
That ever yet this land was guilty of. 




Clar How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak ! 
Your eyes do menace me : why look you pale ? 
Who sent you hither ? wherefore do you come ? 

Act I. Seme IV. 




Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, 
And call us — orphans, wretches, cast-aways, 
If that our noble father be alive I 

Act II. Scene II. 




Hast. Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head ; 
They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. 

Act III. Scene IV. 




Q. Mar. Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, 
That I may live to say, — The dog is dead ! 

Act IV, Scene IV. 




K. Rich. Give me another horse ; — bind up my 
wounds ; — 
Have mercy, Jesu ! — 

Act V. Scene III. 



24. 



&mg Hcnrg viii. 




Vain pomp and glory of this world, 
hate ye. 




Chamb - The ki " 

Commends his good opinion to you, and 
Does purpose honour to you no less flowing 
Than Marchioness of Pembroke. 



Act II. Scene III. 




Griff. She is asleep ; good wench, let's sit down quiet, 
For fear we wake her. 

Act IV. Scene II. 




Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble 
lady, 
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, 
Is not my friend : This, to confirm my welcome ; 
And to you all, good health. [drinks.'] 



Act I. 



■II 




Wol. Nay then, farewell ! 

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; 
And from that full meridian of my glory, 
I haste now to my setting : I shall fall 
Like a bright exhalation in the evening, 
And no man see me more. 

Act III. Scene II. 




-Now, good angels 
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person 
Under their blessed wings ! 



Act V. Scene I. 



25. 



Croiliisf ana Crcs&itm. 




Troiius. Instance, O instance ! strong as heaven itself ; 
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and loos'd ! 




T/-o. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, 
Doth lesser blanch at sufferance than I do. 



Act I. Scene I. 




Ther. The common curse of mankind, — folly and ig- 
norance, be thine in great revenue ! 

Act II. Scene II. 




Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? shame's a 
baby. 

Act III. Scene II. 



pk#v 




Tio. We two, that with so many thousand sighs 
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves 
With the rude brevity and discharge of one. 

Act IV. Scene IV. 




Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one-another ; I'l 
go look on. 

Act V. Scene IV. 



Einxon ot atfmuf. 




Timon. — say to Athens, 

Timou hath made his everlasting mansion 
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood, 
Which once a day with his embossed froth 
The turbulent surge shall cover. 




Poet. Admirable. How this grace 
Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power 
This eye shoots forth ! How big imagination 
Moves in this lip ! 




Wherefore, 'ere this time, 



Have you not fully laid my state before me ? 
That I might so have rated my expense, 
As I had leave of means. 



dSlli I 






Act II. Scene II. 



Flam. Is't possible, the world should so much differ ; 
And we alive, that liv'd ? Fly, damned baseness, 
To him that worships thee. 

Act III. Scene I. 



■f Jk 




Nothing I'll bear from thee, 



But nakedness, thou detestable town ! 

Take thou that too, with multiplying banns ! 

Act IV. Scene I. 




Sold. What's on this tomb I cannot read ; the charac- 
ter 
I'll take in wax. 

Act V, Scene IV. 



27. 



Coriolaiuisi. 




Cor. Let them pronounee the steep Tarpeian death, 
Vagabond exile, flaying ! Pent to linger 
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 
Their mercy at the price of one fair word. 



■psmb 

' M 7" 




Vol. Had I a dozen sons,— each in my love alike, and 
none less dear than thine and my good Marcius,— I had 
rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one 
voluptuously surfeit out of action. 

Act I. Scene III. 




Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune ( 
your voices, that I may be consul, I have here the cus- 
tomary gown. 

Act II. Scene III. 




pr'ythee now, sweet son, as thou hast said, 
My praises made thee first a soldier, so, 
To have my praise for this, perform a part 
Thou hast not done before. 

Act III. Scene II. 




Cor. A goodly house : the feast smells well ; but I 
Appear not like a guest. 

Act IV. Scene IV. 




Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than 
Your gates against my force. 



Act V. Scene II. 



Stalfug €&&ut. 




Ant. O mighty Caisar ! dost thou lie so low ? 
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, 
Shrunk to this little measure ? 




Cass. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, 
Like a Colossus ; and we petty men 
Walk under his huge legs, ami peep about. 
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. 

Act I. Scene II. 




Par. I p^ythee, boy, run to the senate house; 
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone : 
Why dost thou stay ? 

Luc. To know my errand, madam. 



Act II. Scene IV. 




Ant. He shall not live : look, with a spot I damn 
him. 




Ant. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man, 
That ever lived in the tide of times. 



Art III. Srrur I. 



£«ite MM 




Pin. 
They shout for joy. 

Cass. Come down, behold no more — 
O, coward that I am, to live so long, 
To see my best friend ta'en before my face. 



Act V. Scene II. 



29 



biltong anti Cleopatra. 




Antony. Egypt! thou knevv'st, too well, 
My heart was to thy rudder tied by the strings, 
And thou should'st tow me after ! O'er my spirit, 
Thy full supremacy thou knew'st. 




Cleo. Thou teachest like a fool ; the way to lose him. 
Act III. Scene I. 




By Jupiter, 



Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard, 
I would not shave to-day. 

Lep. Your speech is passion ; 
But pray you, stir no embers up. 




Eros. Most noble sir, arise ; the queen approaches ; 
Her head's declin'd, and death will seize her ; but 
Your comfort makes the rescue. 

Act III. Scene IX. 



Act II. Seem- 11. 




Eros. Why, there then: [falls on his sword.'] Thus do 
I escape the sorrow 
Of Antony's death. 

Act IV. Scene XII. 




Cleo. Peace, peace ! 
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, 
That sucks the nurse asleep ? 



Act V. Sce,„ : II. 



30. 



CgmMinc 




lack. 'Tis mine ; and this will witness outwardly, 
As strongly as the conscience does within, 
To the madding of her lord. 




Imo. Away ! I do eondem 
So long attended thee. 



ears, that have 
Act I. Scene VII. 




[Song] Hark ! hark ( the lark at heaven's g 
And Phoebus 'gins arise, 
His steeds to water at those springs 
On chalic'd flowers that lies. 




Imo. Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy 
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. 

Act III. Scene VI. 



Act II. Seme in. 




Imo. But if there be 

Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity 
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it ! 



Act IV. Scene II. 




What fairies haunt this ground ? a book i 
O, rare one ! 
Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment 
Nobler than it covers : let thy effects 
So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, 
As good as promise. 



31. 



Cttusi 2bttnmfai& 




Aaron. O, how this villainy 

Doth fat me with the very thought of it ! 
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, 
Aaron will have his soul black as his face. 




Mut. My lord, you pass not here. 
Tit. What, villain boy ! 
Barr'st me my way in Rome ? [Titus kills Mutius. 

Act I. Scene II- 




Tarn. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'stthou sad, 
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast ? 




Tit. O reverend tribunes ! gentle aged men ! 
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death ; 
And let me say, that never wept before, 
My tears are now prevailing orators. 



Act HI. Scene I. 




Mar. Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain, 
I hat we may know the traitors, and the truth ! 




Mar. 



-Behold this child, 



Act IV. Scene I. 



Of this was Tamora delivered ; 
The issue of an irreligious Moor, 
Chief architect and plotter of these woes. 



Act V. Scene 111. 



32. 



}3crirlc<>, prince of Cgrc. 




2nd. Fisherman. Help, master, help ! here's a fish hangs 
in the net like a poor man's right in the law ; 'twill 
hardly come out. Ha ! hots on't, 'tis come at last, and 
'tis turned to a rusty armour. 




Per. Rise, pfythee, rise ; 
Sit down, sit down ; thou art no flatterer : 
I thank thee for it; and high heaven forbid 
That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid ! 

Act 1. Scene II. 




Per. What's here ! 
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre ? 

Act II. Scene V. 




Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear ; 
No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements 
Forget thee utterly ; nor have I time 
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave. 

Act III. Scene I. 




Ah me ! poor maid, 



Mar. 

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, 
This world to me is like a lasting storm, 
Whining me from my friends. 




-Vet thou dnM look 



Like patience, gazing on king's graves, and smiling 
Extremity out of act. 

Act V. Scene I. 



Act IV. Sc-i.e I- 



33. 



Ems 8Uat« 




Lear. Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend, 
More hideous, when thou shewest thee in a child, 
Than the sea-monster. 




,~-i 



Glo. What paper were you reading ? 

Edm. Nothing, my lord. 

Glo. No ? What need is then that terrible despatch of 
it into your pocket ? the quality of nothing hath not such 
need to hide itself. 



Act i. St- 



ir. 




Lea>: What's he, that hath so much thy place mistook, 
To set thee here i 



Act II. Scrim 1 V. 




Lear. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; 
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, 
You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall 
Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, 
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. 

Act III. Scene II. 




Edg. Give me thy arm 
Poor Tom shall lead thee. 




Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl !— O, you are men of 
stones ; 
Act IV. Scene I, Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so 

That heaven's vault should crack ;— O, she is gone for 
ever. 

Act V. Scene III. 



34. 



ftomco anti 3\\\itt 




Mon. There shall no figure at such rate be set, 
As that of true and faithful Juliet. 

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie ; 
Poor sacrifices of our enmity ! 




Gre. I will frown, as I pass by ; and let them take it 
as they list. 

Sam. Nay, as they dare ; which is a disgrace to them, 
if they bear it. 

Act I. Scene I. 




Romeo. Good morrow, father ! 
Friar. Benedicite! 
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me i 




Romeo. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I'll descend. 
Act 111. Scene V. 



Act II. Scene 111. 




Juliet. Romeo, I come ! this do I drink to thee. 

Act IV. Scene III. 




Romeo. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, 
And fear'st to die ? Famine is in thy cheeks, 
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, 
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery. 

Act V. Scene I. 



35. 



Hamlet, \Mnct of Qntmarfc, 




Ghost. 'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard, 

A serpent stung me ; 

but know, thou noble youth, 

The serpent that did sting thy father's life, 
Now wears his crown. 




Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak, 
'11 go no further. 




Pol. What do you read, my lord i 
Ham. Words, words, words ! 



1 



Act II. Scene II. 




Ophe. [sings.'] He is dead and gone, lady, 
He is dead and gone ; 
At his head a grass-green turf, 
At his heels a stone. 




Ham. Go thy ways to a nunnery. 



Act III. Scene I. 




1st. Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about ; for your 
dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. 

Act V. Scene I. 



Act IV. Scene J'. 



36. 



#tfjcIIo, tfjc iUoor of Centre. 




Oth. Methinks it shoukl be now a huge eclipse 
Of sun and moon ; and that the affrighted globe 
Should yawn at alteration. 




Cass. The senate hath sent about three several quests, 
To search you out. 

Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you ; 
I will but spend a word here in the house, 
And go with you. 

Act I. Scene II. 




O my soul's joy 



If after every tempest come such calms, 

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death. 




Act II. Sci'lir I. 



Oth. Ha! 

logo. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; 
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock 
The meat it feeds on. 



Act III. Sccm- III. 




Desd. To whom, my lord ? with whom ' how am I 

false ? 
Oth. O Desdemona, away ! away ! away ! 
Desd. Alas, the heavy day ! — Why do you weep > 

Act I V. Scene II. 




Oth. She's like a bar, gone to burning hell ; 
'Twas I that killed her. 

Emit. U, the more angel she, 
And you the blacker devil ! 

Act V. Scene II. 



37. 



C6e <#ebnt 3gc£ of Mm. 




At first, the Infant, 
Mewling and puking in his nurse's arras. 




And then the whining School-boy, with his satchell, 
And shining morning face. 



MSk 



-i 



And then the Lover, 
Sighing like furnace. 




Then a Soldier ; seeking the bubble reputation, 
Even in the cannon's mouth. 




And then the Justice ; 
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd. 




The sixth age shifts 
Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon. 




. < .; \ * . .1 



Last scene of all 
second childishness, and mere oblivion ! 

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